#rogue shenanigans

[diplomaticprincess]

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Chapters: 4/10 Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Summary: It’s “Roguioke” music night on the rebel base and Han plans on impressing Leia with a rocking song, sung in a bun wig, uncomfortable heels, and a dress. Come for the Rogue Shenanigans and flirtatious banter, and stay for Mon Mothma and Rieekan performing a duet. Listen to the soundtrack for the fic on Spotify.

Thanks to @walkawaytall for beta reading and the song suggestions!

@xohanxleiaxo - hopefully I posted this before you went to bed!

[incorrect-bhaalspawn-quotes]

Imoen: This couldn't be a more obvious trap if there was a sign that said "Free Cookies"!

Alora: Maybe, but I really like cookies.

[dreamindraugr]

I was having a conversation about DnD and Med Faire and such, and I had the recollection of a brief LARP campaign my group and I did one year way back in the day.

There were five of us in all for regulars, but sometimes we'd have situations where we'd meet another small group, two or three, who would join every now and again. This was one of those situations, and we were on some sort of Quest For The Thing. Now... It's a generally understood rule that you never trust the rogue. Even if it's your rogue. Don't trust them.

I was that rogue. It wasn't my first time playing the secret bad guy, so I knew how to play this game pretty well. It took a couple months for them to start to genuinely suspect their teammate was up to no good, and I could start to see them finally beginning to plot. I knew the next time we met up, they would make their move and try to defeat me.

Now, I should take a step back briefly and explain the type of environment we're in. Ozarks, so there's mountains and hills and lots of wilds to actually do things in... And trail riders. Lots and lots of trail riders. See, there was a particular trail riding group in the area that seemed to very much enjoy the same things we do, but never had the courage to approach us and ask to join... I gave them that chance.

When the heroes finally made their decision, they turned against me and ousted me for who I really was. I had my monologue, told them that as much as I've enjoyed watching them grow over the seasons, they didn't stand a chance. I had things to do in this world and gave them one last moment to reconsider their actions. Our six brave heroes, stalwart as they are, advanced against me with their blades drawn, ready for a fight.

I whistled... And eight barbarians on heavy horse came charging over the hill at full speed, weapons drawn and roaring with thirst for battle.

I've never seen a group of heroes disperse so quickly in my life.

[jcfoxart]

saw this post and immediately knew my dumb of ass rogue would have a million of the things

both chars use she/her pronouns! relamune belongs to @frostwyrmsfury, zatna belongs to me warcraft (c) blizzard entertainment

[inuchron]

So, I play a mousefolk rogue called Pod who’s main trait is touching things he shouldn’t. Great for moving plot along, terrible for body parts (had to replace his left hand twice).

Pod’s current nonsense is he’s bound to a devil residing in the bloodsoaked book he picked up from last campaigns BBEG.

Unluckily for the devil, Pod is about as chaotic neutral as you can get before going evil, and it’s his mission to either befriend the devil or ANNOY THE FUCK out of it until it breaks the bargain to get away.

Tactics.

[dndthedm]

When you have the kind of sesh when your cheering makes the table next to you go 'I don't know what just happened but I'm happy for you guys!'

[dndthedm]

Context: We were fighting some skeletons. I had some gorilla teeth from a previous campaign. The skeleton had just laughed at us. DM: Rogue, what do you do? Rogue (me): I grab my mirror from the thieves’ tools, I grab the gorilla teeth and, using persuasion, approach the skeleton. DM: How are you persuading him. Me: I say: I noticed you enjoy laughing. In order not to be the laughing stock of your people, I have a brand new set of teeth, would you like to update your mouth? And I hold the mirror to his face. (party laughs) DM: Ok, roll persuasion. I roll 10. DM: The skeleton seems unimpressed and swings his sword at you.

[dndthedm]

Context: The acid rain we have to eliminate has created some sort of blobs which are attacking us. They keep coming together from drops of water that are flowing together. We know that the water comes from a polluted lake. I am a thief rogue with a burglar’s pack. DM: Ok, [rogue], it’s your turn, how do you attack? Me: Right, so the blobs are made from polluted water which is basically water and acid, right? I throw one oil flask on it. DM: Why? Me: I’M GLAD YOU ASKED. *clears throat* I use it as a surfactant! *starts reading*  The surface-active molecule must be partly hydrophilic (water-soluble) and partly lipophilic (soluble in lipids, or oils). As surfactants absorb they break these interactions, acting as dispersants. The intermolecular forces between surfactant and water molecule are much lower than between two water molecules and thus surface tension will decrease. The main purpose of the surfactants is to decrease the surface and interfacial tension and stabilize the interface.  As such, the acid separates from the water and the molecules can not reform, therefore melting the blobs. Cleric: HAH I’m loving this, chemistry ftw. DM: Fine but you have to roll for that. I roll 16. DM: Ok, the oil melts the blob’s face which kinda stumbles a bit on his legs and steps back from you. You did not have enough oil for it all.